Just a brief message as I'm packing up, taking care of loose ends, etc...

I had a great day yesterday in San Francisco. I got to meet my new French publicist at . She was very cool and hip and French - all good things. She also has been lurking here on the blog, so "Hi, Carola!" if you are reading this. I took the whole family and she came with her son, so all told it was a family/business/sightseeing day all in one, complete with sea lions and cable car rides. Nice.

Without really having caught my breath, I'm heading to Wiscon tomorrow morning - dreadfully early in the am, of course. I've never been, but I've heard many, many good things about this con. I'll be reading, on a panel, and signing books (hopefully). If you happen to be there in Madison for the event please say hi!

Here's their site with all the info.

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I’m just back from the Fantasy Matters Conference at the University of Minnesota. It was good stuff. I liked this event the minute I heard about it because it’s a rare academic conference devoted to Fantasy Literature. Lots of papers, lots of panels, lots of readings, lots of authors!

I got to spend time quite a bit of time with Patrick Rothfuss. We’d just hung out a couple weeks back at World Fantasy, but it was nice to actually sit down and get to know each other. He’s absolutely a great guy, an ambitious writer and really smart (and funny) in talking about literature. His debut, The Name of the Wind, has been kicking ass all year, but it hasn’t gone to his head yet – and I don’t think it will. He’s taking his sophomore effort seriously, and I’ve no doubt he’s going to be a fantasy star for a long time to come.

It was terrific to meet Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu. Her debut, Zahrah the Windseeker, was well-received, and her second novel, The Shadow Speaker, looks great too. (She’s got blurbs on the new book from Tananarive Due, Diana Wynne Jones and Ursula K LeGuin!) And Drew Bowling (the absurdly young guy in the picture with Neil Gaiman below) was a ball of energy and enthusiasm. This kid was born when I was a junior in high school, and already his first book is out to strong reviews, and he’s working on the next two of his trilogy as he works through college. He’s got strong opinions on dragons. Jim C Hines was great to hang out with. He writes about Goblins and Princesses, and from what I heard his writing is sharp and witty. So that was all good fun. It was nice to meet Caitlin Kittredge and Bryan Thao Worra also.

One of the highlights, though, was meeting Neil Gaiman. I’d heard tales of the rock star effect Neil has on people. I knew he was suppose to have the biggest fan base in fantasy, but I hadn’t thought much about it ahead of time. I’d been casual speaking with lots of famous authors just a couple week’s back, so why should Neil be any different?

I don’t know. I really don’t, but he is. When I first saw him, instead of running over with my book in hand I found myself lurking behind columns, strolling by nonchalantly, circling. I had a sudden fear of opening my mouth. What stupidity would jump out if I did?

I might not mention this reaction to anybody if it hadn’t been so universally shared by all the other authors. Nnedi looked like she was going to faint after speaking to him. Drew, after debating buying a copy of American Gods, decided to buy three. Patrick was shocked and a bit unnerved to hear that Neil was actually waiting to meet him. When I did speak to him I was fairly close-mouthed, just covering the basics, getting the signatures, choosing to listen instead of talk much.

Perhaps part of the whole strangeness of his effect on people is that he’s so terribly nice. He’s also funny, yes. His intelligence is clear. He manages to mention everything from his friendships with all sorts of famous people to his various movie projects without the slightest pretension. But at the end of it all is just the fact that he seems an attentive, generous, nice person. He took a picture with anyone that asked. And was as courteous to the last person at the end of his massive signing line as he was to the first person. So not only is he a superstar in the comic world and a first rate novelist and a great short story writer and a wonderful children’s author and a scriptwriter and film producer and husband and father… he’s also a model of how to contain all these gifts with class. I took notes.

Which leads me to conclude that - in addition to getting on with my work as an author - I want a black leather jacket for Christmas. Or something else to build my "signature" look... Suggestions?...

Oh, and, yes… I did manage to do my duty in self-promoting terms. Neil walked out of there with a signed copy of Acacia in hand. Hee hee.

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Okay, so I went all the way to Saratoga Springs for the World Fantasy Conference. I talked, drank, talked, drank, and talked some more with a stunning array of writers, editors, artists and many that aspire to become the same. I took my camera with me, but (here’s the confession part) it never got out of my hotel room. I don’t know, my mind was always on something else at the time. I have seen one photo of me on Paul Witcover’s blog, though. It’s a snap of James Patrick Kelly, a guy called Flat Stephen and me. Jim Kelly is a great guy; Flat Stephen, however, well, he took some getting used to. (Although his eventual endorsement of "Acacia" wine sort of won me over. Photo evidence on Paul's blog.)

Anyway, all that’s a way of saying I won’t be offering any pictures here just now. And, honestly, coming off the thing I’m so drained it’s hard to know where to begin with writing about it. I'll say a little bit, though…

First off, I was struck immediately by how friendly and accessible everyone was. This may be old news to Con-goers, but coming from a literary side of things I’m used to writers of any stature placing some boundaries between themselves and their fans (including other writers). Not so in this case. I had an absolutely great time talking George RR Martin, for example. I’m pleased to say he knew of my book and said he’d heard good things about it, and we sat together during the signing portion of the evening. I’ve seen it mentioned on a couple of blogs that I had the unenviable task of sitting next to GRRM. I understand the sentiment. Who would possibly want to embarrass themselves by sitting line-less beside the most popular author in a very big room? Well, me, actually. I jumped at the chance. I knew it wouldn’t change the length of my line, but it did provide me the rare opportunity of chatting with someone I admire for about two hours. That was worth it.

Had a great time with Patrick Rothfuss. He’s a very good guy, lots of fun, solid sense of humor and wonderful humility with his very successful debut. I’m glad to say I’ll be hanging out with him (and Neil Gaiman!) in a couple of weeks at the Fantasy Matters Conference in Minnesota.

Enjoyed talking with Steven Erickson and Ian Cameron Esslemont (also of Malazan), Paul Park, Guy Gavriel Kay, John Kessels, just to name a few. I accosted Garth Nix outside the Orbit party. It was as geeky a moment as any for me considering that I really enjoyed The Abhorsen Trilogy, and I admire the trajectory of his career (selling millions now).

I'm leaving out a lot of people, but it's hard not to. It was such a full-on interactive experience. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention meeting the Angry Black Woman. For someone who is supposed to be so angry, she also manages to be great fun, smiles and wit and humor - and she knows everyone! Also, wouldn't have been the same without the myriad short conversations I had with Lou Anders of Pyr. He was the coolest guy in the room on every occasion I observed. John Picacio was kind enough to introduce me to a blur of folks. Much appreciated.

There were, of course, lots of interesting panels. I'm tempted to mention a low point, though, in the panel roster. I won't mention the panel specifically, especially because I missed the very beginning and the very end, so maybe there was something on either end to put it into context. The problem with this panel was that the moderator simply would not let the panel members really talk. He had an agenda that was at odds with the panelists, clearly. He seemed a bit like a Fox News host. He barely let any of the panelists speak before he'd be shaking his head and grabbing the conversation back. His agenda, by the way, was well-meaning. I think he likely thought he was being inclusive and broadly minded. Problem is, I think, his agenda was based on a limited understanding of the topic at hand. The panelists could have (and wanted to) helped to round out his awareness and provide him food for thought, but he never let go of the reins enough to let that happen - for himself or for the audience. Unfortunate. Happily, though, this was one of few sour notes.

On the more positive side, lots of people had heard of Acacia. Most of them hadn’t read it, but when they saw my name tag many people said, “Oh, Acacia, I’ve heard good things about that!” I’m pleased. And we’ll build on it!

I'll close just by congratulating those that did walk away with award recognition. If you're interested in the full list you can see it here at the Locus site.

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OMG, it's almost time for the World Fantasy Conference! I'm going for the first time. I'm a virgin. I know nothing... but I'm getting excited about it!

I'm actually up on the Program Schedule now! Okay, you have to go all the way down to the end, to Sunday at 10:30, but there I am - doing a reading! I'm not far from Nancy Kress and Paul Witcover. I'll be hanging out with Paul, so maybe I'll hook him to come to my reading. At least that's one in the audience. I'll also try to rope John Picacio and James Patrick Kelly in... Oh, Erin Underwood - a student I never taught - is coming too. So there are a few possible bodies. I'll build from there!

I should probably start thinking about what I'm going to read, although whatever I decide I'll have plenty of time on the plane to second guess myself. James Clemens once told me readings aren't really about reading. It's more about doing shtick. Which makes great sense and explains what I've been doing wrong all these years at literary readings... So I'll polish my jokes on the plane also.

Any suggestions on readings I should absolutely go to or authors I should absolutely track down and assault? The con will be brimming with names big and small... Any personal messages you want delivered?

Oh, a side note... Remember there are just a couple days left of the Audio Acacia giveaway. If you want to join you can up until the end of the month. On the first we'll do the drawing and announce the winner!

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...was pretty great. I know I should post a bunch of stuff about it, but I actually feel a bit tired, fatigued. What can I say? I saw a lot of people, costumes, buxom anime vixens, Hollywood folks, video game promotions, authors, oh, and a few comics. All the stuff you'd expect. I realized now that I didn't even take any pictures. Sorry about that. (Mel Odom was kind enough to send the one below.)

Highlights? Umm...

The panel with Bob Salvatore (very friendly), Harry Turtledove (great wry sense of humor), Mel Odom (generous and funny), David Keck (continuous humor machine) and Peter David (who apparently lost enough weight recently to constitute another humor being). Jacqueline Carey didn't show (and when this was announced a troop of readers jumped ship).

(That's Mel in the front, followed by Dave Keck, myself, Bob Salvatore and Harry Turtledove up top.)

My signing-hour giving away Acacia samplers. That was fun. The Bantam/Del Rey handlers managed to rope in a continuous line for the entire hour. Sign, smile, sign. Remember humor. Smile again. Sign, sign... At the end of it I felt like my face was frozen in demented greeting ala the Joker. Good stuff, though.

People gazing. Yep. That was good fun. Some folks take the costume thing very seriously.

And there was my Hollywood taster evening. Hooked up with a producer (who I won't name and whom I know for reasons I can't yet divulge) and got into the 300 DVD launch/Blade Runner Director's cut event. Crazy stuff. They booked an entire stadium for the event and showed 300 amidst lots of fan fare. I, luckily, got a little badge that meant I could sojourn in the VIP area. That basically means free drinks, lots of torch-like things, muscle-bound guys in Spartan gear and exotic dancers writhing atop podiums to some sinuous rhythms. Very interesting.

Had an absurdly expensive dinner (by my standards) and shared the table with Sean Young (looking very good and still, well, freakishly young). I do mean "shared the table". We didn't talk or anything because I caught on quick that there was an invisible barrier that separated the two halves of the table. It could've hurt me if I tried to breach it.

Then spent the later hours of the evening at a William Morris (the talent agency) rooftop party. More music and torches. More free drinks. Contingents of shockingly young studio execs (and frighteningly old ones, also, for that matter) amidst small flocks of hot chicks.

I must admit that everyone I met that evening seemed to actually have made a movie or written a screenplay or dated Winona Ryder or something equally distinguished. Overall it seemed pretty strange stuff, punctuated by a lot of standing in lines that are set apart by a rather complicated caste system. I was temporarily one of the chosen, yes, but still I felt the stares of sad folks in the plebeian lines with a certain amount of empathy. (There but for the grace of my producer friend go I - that sort of thing.) Very interesting.

Anyway, I'm home now and working on returning to normal. I'm actually off to buy a bread machine. That should aid the return to domesticity.

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That's me. Off to check out Comic-Con and be checked out a bit too, I hope. If I get a chance I'll post some progress reports. There are some potentially very interesting things to come out of this.

Perhaps I'll see you there? Please do track me down among the throng if you are in attendance. We'll have great fun!

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Where to start?... The Netherlands. Holland. The Dutch in general and Elvish folk in particular... All good fun. Honestly, the Elf Fantasy Fair is quite a thing. Of course, I wasn't at my best on arrival, sixteen hours of travel with little sleep will do that to you, and then adjusting to a nine hour time difference doesn't help. So I walked around in daze that first day. Stayed awake, though, enough to take a tour of the grounds that the fair was going to take place on (at Castle de Haar), which were quite wonderful...

This is them empty. The next day, however, the... um... well, the hordes of strange ones arrived. I forget the numbers exactly, but they were talking like 25,000 or some such incomprehensible number. My understanding is that this dressing up and parading around in costume isn't a very Dutch thing to do. Strange, though, that for this event that translates into them doing so with a fury. The costumes were amazing, and abundant...


This guy may look a bit intimidating, but he's really quite approachable...

Nice to be able to make friends across obvious cultural boundaries. There were lots of elfish young lady types around - you'll be glad to hear, Scott... They all spoke the native Dutch and delicately accented English to boot. Very nice.



One of the best parts of the whole thing, though, was hanging out (um... drinking and talking nonsense, I mean) with other VIP's. Oh, in case you didn't know. I was there as a VIP. I wore a shiny gold bracelet to prove it! Had a great time talking and drinking with Brian Froud (illustrator extraordinaire, creature designer on movies like Labyrinth and The Dark Crystal, and well versed in all things Faerie), Julian Glover (amazing character actor who's been in tons of films and theater productions, like - Cry Freedom, For Your Eyes Only, Tom Jones and, last but not least, he was Maximilian Veers in Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back!), John Picacio (artist who, among other things, designs Hugo Award winning book covers) and his wife Tracy (generally lovely on her own account), Chris Geere (a wee English hunk of a young actor, most recently seen in Blood and Chocolate, but also seen on The Bill and Casualty [okay, you kinda have to live in Britain for a while to know those shows] and he's been the face of Coca Cola in Britain... Anyway, he's a lovely guy and the young ladies like him). Loved meeting James Clemens (published in tons of languages around the world!) and getting veterinary advice, and hated that I somehow didn't speak to Scott Lynch (whose The Lies of Locke Lamora was an impressive fantasy debut recently). Oh, Lou Ferrigno was there too (Yes, the Incredible Hulk! Not exactly a late night drinker, though - preferred working out, actually). We were all kept in order by a British gentleman of the highest order, Professor Doctor Roland Rotherham (much loved by the Dutch, former camel-mounted officer, close servant to the Queen - geez, he was well slumming with us, but man could he tell a story!). It was nice being a VIP, no doubt about it.

On the other hand, I should in all honesty admit that I wasn’t personally much a crowd draw. (So much for VIP status…) Actually, I could count the number of people that came to my two events on my two hands... Ach, well, humility is ever a good thing. It may have drove me to seek out carnage, though, which is why I joined the mock battle between the Carthaginians and the Romans. This is me and my fellow “Barbarians”…

Notice I'm the only the one with my sword up! I took this stuff seriously. These other guys are slackers. They got a bit more serious when we met our foe…



Okay, so I know what you're thinking, but, honestly, I was doing exactly what I was supposed to by staying in the back ranks. Look at that wide-legged stance, sword in hand and semi-erect. I was ever-ready to slip past an injured comrade and take up the battle. And I did do that. I promise. Took a few Romans down before falling with my own fatal wound. Fortunately, there were healers on hand...


This is me after being healed of my injuries, working up a fury to return to the battle. It must have worked, because in a strange twist of fate and overturning of recognized history the Carthaginians won the final battle! Very glad to have been able to change history that way.

Anyway, now I'm back and sorting through emails and raking in bits of news. I'll be blogging about some of that stuff shortly. I'm glad to say things are staying exciting for this book.

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As I write this my bags are packed and my passport close at hand. The Elf Fantasy Fair has finally come around. In a couple hours I'll be heading to the Netherlands for a weekend of elvish things, with a bit of Hannibal-related stuff thrown in. I'm counting on it being a good time. It's the biggest fantasy event in Europe. Should be thousands of people there, many of them showing their stranger sides. There's also going to be a mock battle between Carthaginians and Romans. Maybe I'll grab a sword and get into it. We'll see...

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I just did an interview with The State of Things on North Carolina Public Radio to help promote The Top Ten: Writers Pick Their Favorite Books. I think it went well. No moments that were too embarrassing. Didn't even feel like I was taken to task for including Watership Down! (I had my reasons for that, by the way.)

Frank Stasio was the host, and the other guests where Pearl Cleage, G D Gearino and the editor, J Peder Zane.

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I just came across a little essay I wrote for the Pen/Faulkner Foundation's Gala ceremony last year. They invite a bunch of writers to come and read individual three minute pieces written only with the title as inspiration. In 2005 the theme was "Lost and Found". The writers all had vastly different takes on this theme, which they should since it was such a diverse group. Here's what I wrote... (It's all true, by the way.)

I remember the first time I read 40 pages of a chapter book in a day. I was staying with my father in Trinidad, about twelve or so, and the book was The Hobbit. I also remember my pride and amazement the next day, when I read 90 pages. I hadn’t known such feats of literary endurance were even possible. Then came the day that I read an entire book in one day. It was Taran Wanderer by Lloyd Alexander. And, most memorable, the summer night at the old house Highland Beach when I stayed up all night reading CS Lewis’ A Horse and His Boy, stretched out on an ancient bed before one of those industrial strength metal blade fans, the kind that could really take a finger off. I loved reading so much that by Eight Grade I’d filled a journal with short stories and declared within its pages that I was going to be a writer. Fourteen years old and I’d named my life’s work.

Then, however, I began high school. Everything that I’d come to love about reading – the excitement of unbridled imaginative journeys – was strangled out of me. Part of this was the texts we had to read, part of it was the metaphor-by-numbers teaching approach. And part of it was that joy and excitement seemed to have no place in the reading experience anymore. It was neither fun, nor challenging.

There were a few moments when I was excited by reading during this time. Once, my mother gave me The Color Purple. From the first, hard hitting lines I was entranced, challenged, horrified. I read the book in blur and proposed it for a tenth grade book report project. My teacher, Mrs. White, (and yes, she was) shook her head. She said, as I remember it, “No, you can’t do that. That’s not a real book.”

Disappointed and cynical, I grabbed up The Pearl by John Steinbeck – which I’d read the previous year. I skimmed it without enthusiasm and wrote just what Mrs. White wanted and expected from me – a C minus paper. Things went downhill from there. In the end I barely skated out of high school as a D student. My guidance councilor encouraged my mother to get me into some sort of vocational program, because I’d already shot my chances for getting into college. That seems crazy now, but there’s truth in it insofar as I’d largely lost faith in education. I’d stopped reading and I certainly had forgotten my desire to be a writer. Four years of high school English, and I’d lost the life work I’d been able to name as an Eight grader.

So how did I end up here, before you? After a year or so of bumming around after graduation I signed up for a continuing studies writing course at Johns Hopkins. The very first paper I wrote was returned to me with a big F on it, and a cryptic note from the teacher – David, call me. I did, and I had a very difficult time with that conversation. Somehow, though, to her credit, I left it having been challenged. Essentially, I hung up the phone believing her to have said that I could think whatever I wanted. I could argued for whatever cause I wanted. I could disagree with her about everything in the world, if I wished. BUT… I had to write it well, convincingly. I had to write clearly. I had to support my claims with evidence. I had to strive, she told me, for a level of excellence never expected of me before. Simple. I rewrote that paper, handed it in and got it back with an A at the top instead of an F. The title of the paper was “America’s Glorious Abundance”. It transformed me from a D student to an A student, and set me back on the path I’d named earlier. I’d found my identity again.

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Very pleased to say Pride of Carthage ended up being a finalist for the 2006 Legacy Award for Fiction. The top prize went to Nancy Rawles for My Jim. Congrats to her. I was very happy to share the runner-up position with Tayari Jones and her The Untelling. Tayari and I have a history with the Hurston/Wright Foundation. We both won their award for college writers and both won a Legacy Award for Debut Fiction and now both have this Finalist nod. We've also read together at NYU and for Pen/Faulkner and other stuff and... Well, I'm assuming I'll see Tayari again before too long.

Definitely a good night, and rare when you consider how few and far between these types of literary evenings are. I sort flew in and out with hardly a pause, but it was good to get a quick injection of DC urbanity. (Very different than the Colorado Springs "urban" experience.) You could check out Tayari's Blog if you're interested. She posted some nice photos from the evening. Also, The Washington Post covered the evening in an article.

And it goes without saying that I want to thank the Hurston Wright Foundation for being the force that they are in support of black writers and writing.

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I'm very pleased to announce that Pride of Carthage has just been nominated for a Legacy Award from the Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright Foundation! I'm very, very happy about this. It's the only award out there wherein African-American writers honor their own. Now, I won't know who the final winners are until November, when there's a big ceremony with lots of folks and a bit of drama. There will be drama, I'm sure. I'm up there with some authors I really respect.

The other nominees are: Joplin 's Ghost by Tananarive Due, The Untelling by Tayari Jones, Dancing in the Dark by Caryl Phillips, My Jim by Nancy Rawles, Third Girl From the Left by Martha Southgate.

Here's a link... 2006 Legacy Award

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I got an email this morning inviting me to the Elf Fantasy Fair in the Netherlands. How strange. It's supposed to be the biggest fantasy festival in Europe. I checked out the website Elf Fantasy Fair. There's a bit of information on last year's Fair in English here.

Very interesting. Lots of elves, that's for sure. Maidens. Orges and the like. Thing is that next year Hannibal is a theme. So it's because of Pride of Carthage that they invited me. They'll pay my way and put me up. I will have just finished my teaching at Colorado College in time. The fair is April 20-22. So I think I'm going. It can't hurt, especially as I'll actually be releasing a fantasy novel a couple months later.

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Arrived back to a balmy Western Mass yesterday. I had a very good time at the Calabash Literary Festival. It was a wild trip to have this thing dropped in my lap one morning and then to watch it actually happen. It wasn't an event I could've imagined ahead of time. It happened at Treasure Beach, a fairly out of the way, sleepy-seeming area of Jamaica. But they packed people in like crazy over the weekend. The first night as I watched them set up thousands of chairs in the main pavilion I couldn't imagine who was going to fill them all. But the folks came. Locals, Jamaican's from across the island, young people, tourists: all mixed together. A lot of them came for the music and dancing that kicked off every night, but many of the readings had a couple thousand people in attendance. It was definitely the largest live audience I've ever read to before. I was up there with Elizabeth Nunez and MG Vassanji, a humbling experience. But they were nice to me.

Performances of particular note... Sonia Sanchez was amazing. Her reading was so emotionally, revealing, funny and sad all at once. She has a real power to touch places most people probably don't want touched, but she does it with enough compassion that she's hard to refuse. She read with Martin Espada, who was also great, far-ranging in his poetry and strong of rhythm and cadence and Puerto Rican character.

The actor Delroy Lindo (Clockers, Domino, Get Shorty, Malcolm X, etc) read a rather long story by Colin Channer. It went on for about an hour and a half, but Delroy's reading was so engaging that I barely noticed the passing time. He read the entire thing with a Jamaican accent which sounded perfect to my ears and seemed to work for the audience too.

There was decidely a lot of just hanging out time, eating and drinking, sweating. Lots of sweating. Had a good time just meeting and talking to people also. Diana Evans, Marlon James, Lolita Hernandez and Geoff Dyer come to mind.

Anyway, got back to the family and very happy about it. Also just got the first chunk of copyedited manuscript back from my editor, Gerry Howard. So there's work to be done. I'm at it.

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I woke on Mother’s Day to an email from the Jamaica. Apparently, the folks at the Calabash Festival (lead by author Colin Channer) wanted to know if I was up to filling in for an author who couldn’t make it to the festival. What does this entail, I wondered? Well, turns out to be an expense-paid five day trip to Jamaica, to hang out with writers from around the world (many of them from Caribbean, Latino and African roots), to eat lovely food and dance to great music and bask in the sun. Oh, yeah, and also read and talk literature with what I hear is an enthusiastic audience.

I didn’t have to think about it long. I’m going. So if you happen to have the weekend of May 27-28th free consider a quick trip to Jamaica. Events are free, I think, and open to the public. I have the feeling it’s going to be a very good time.

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I just got a dvd copy of a program I had the pleasure of being part of for Mississippi Public Broadcasting. The show is called "Writers". It's an hour long panel interview discussion hosted by Gene Edwards. The show I was in is called "Historical Fiction Writers".

I got to sit around chatting with Edward P. Jones (Pulitzer Prize winner for The Known World and author of Lost in the City) and Jeffrey Lent (Bestselling author of In The Fall and Lost Nation). It was an enjoyable show to film, and it wasn't too bad to watch either. I don't think I said anything too embarrassing, and Edward and Jeffrey have tons of insightful and humorous stories to tell.

If you are interested you could find info about the program at Mississippi Public Broadcasting.

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